posted by ironyofdparadox at 6:40 pm
Someone once described me as an “animated book”. Sucker for sychophancy, it was a compliment, well-took. Blogging’s a reluctant séance I walked into — a stab to incite my creative spurs back into a world from where they had taken voluntary retirement. A vacuous space where they indulged in nothingness — my once-zealot urges were Vladimir and Estragon, waiting for Godot. “Nothing to be done” read their logo. Drenched in the meaningless of existentialism, I ached for a catharsis. In non-absurdist lingo, I needed a space to appease my now-out-of-order ego. A Kafkaesque metamorphosis trailed this reawakening, now I verge on the obsessive compulsive… That’s right I’m a knee-jerk skeptic. Therein lies the irony of the paradox.
5 Comments:
all offices are. Why do u think dance bars were so successful?
Dancing mole... you may get the moves right but your brain has definitely been eclipsed by that blotch of an infiltrating eyesore... or should I say that not-so-secret mole... coz if all offices were havens for undulating women and lasvicious men then y would anybody go to dance bars????!
Newsie baby, alter attributes it to the fact that most of the original havens are still out-of-key hell for Shabbo rani and Nimmo jaan, who’ve had to trade thong song for, uh, just song. Plus, thy unearthly work hours do nothing to redeem incorrigible one-track-male-minds. And uh, who, pray who, might dancing mole be? Conjures up quite an image…
@ alter
Lazy goose,
what would
it take
to make you
pen again…
A date at our
usual watering hole
or the identity of the mole?
it appears ur enjoying urself much :)
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